The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 699

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Chapter 699

Crash!

The Nambuk Alliance warriors waiting by the river bank burst forth, shattering the ground beneath them.

“You bastard! What did you just say!”
“How dare you!”
“Do you know who you’re speaking to like that!”

A middle-aged man with long black hair tangled like a mop, an elderly monk with a shaved head, and a blue-haired youth with an eye patch over his right eye rushed across the water’s surface, each wielding a spear, a harpoon, and a sword respectively.

Raon narrowed his eyes as he observed the three figures radiating formidable auras among the Nambuk Alliance warriors.

‘Familiar faces.’

I recalled seeing their faces in the Nambuk Alliance roster I had studied before coming here.
The Black Wolf Bandit Leader, the White Mountain Bandit Leader, and the Warrior Wolf Bandit Leader—they were the executives of the Nambuk Alliance who commanded the mountain and water fortresses.

Though they were formidable warriors, I paid them no mind and focused my senses entirely on King Roman. I had others to guard my back.

Boom!

Trevin, Burren, Lunan, and Martha swept forward on the wind and intercepted the bandit leaders.

“You wretched bastards! An ambush from nowhere! Do you want to die?”

Martha ground her teeth and shot a fierce glare.

“It seems the nature of a bandit cannot be overcome.”

Burren clicked his tongue with a subdued voice.

“Should I kill them?”

Even Lunan uttered a chilling remark and pressed his lips firmly shut.

“Fall back. What are you doing in a one-on-one duel?”

Trevin looked down at the three bandit leaders with a furrowed brow.

Rimer and Sheryl remained motionless by the river bank, keeping watch over the two large bandit leaders without making a move.

“You brats! Get out of the way!”

The Black Wolf Bandit Leader shoved Trevin forward and let out a roar.

“My, my. Getting old must be nice. Can you still straighten your back?”

Martha mocked the Black Wolf Bandit Leader while lightly tapping her own waist.
The Zigheart swordsmen and Nambuk Alliance warriors glared at each other across their locked weapons, grinding their teeth.

“Black Wolf Bandit Leader.”

King Roman twisted his lips as he looked at the Black Wolf Bandit Leader.

“Did you call him impudent?”
“Yes! A three-way duel, you say! The fool knows no place! He’s not worthy of Your Majesty’s attention….”
“You understand nothing.”

He shook his head firmly.

“The very reason I’ve kept him alive is because of that impudence.”
“My lord?”
“After I made a life-or-death pact with Raon Zigheart, countless fools have tried to survive using the same method. Yet I have not spared a single one. Do you know why?”
“Well….”

The Black Wolf Bandit Leader trembled without answering.

“It’s because of those eyes. No one else has ever shown me such madness.”

Roman bared his white teeth as he looked at Raon.

“Madness?”

I narrowed my eyes, uncertain what he meant.

“That’s right. Three years ago, when you spoke of a life-or-death duel in this very place, your eyes held the certainty that you could defeat me. Unlike those pathetic wretches who only think of escaping danger, yours were the eyes of a madman—someone truly dangerous.”

King Roman burst into laughter, clearly delighted by this moment.

“Everyone, step back. Raon Zigheart has earned the right to speak to me this way.”
“U-ugh….”
“I-I apologize.”

As he waved his hand, the warriors of the Nambuk Alliance, including the Black Wolf Bandit Leader, bowed their heads.

“There’s no need to apologize. That was quite entertaining as an appetizer, wouldn’t you say, Raon Zigheart?”
“Yeah. It wasn’t bad.”

Raon nodded calmly and turned to look back.

“You all should head back too. Don’t waste your strength needlessly—watch this life-or-death duel through to the end.”

I relayed the same words Rimer had always given me whenever he fought someone, now passing them on to the Gwangpung Corps.

“Understood.”

Burren Zigheart bowed and returned to the left riverbank with Martha, Lunan, and Trevin.

“You’re returning the favor from back then. It seems you view that as a debt.”

King Roman rubbed his shoulder and tilted his chin to the side.

“I don’t just think of it as a debt—it is a debt.”

I nodded, meeting the curious gaze in King Roman’s eyes.

“Only after clearing that debt can I face this duel without hesitation.”
“Then I must accept it. You are….”

Just as King Roman was nodding, a gray warship cut through the waves, approaching from the direction where Ill Fortune had appeared.

“That is….”

I narrowed my eyes as the warship drew closer. An aura far more powerful than King Roman’s rippled from above the ship’s banner.

“The Beast Alliance Master’s ship.”

Roman snorted and shook his head dismissively.

“I wondered if he wouldn’t show, but here he comes as expected.”

He scraped his foot against the ground with obvious displeasure.

“The Beast Alliance Master?”
“Yes. He’s a thief through and through, so it’s best to stay vigilant.”

Roman warned me to be cautious of the Beast Alliance Master, his brow furrowing.

“Of course, not today. If the Beast Alliance Master tries anything, I’ll stop him first, so don’t worry.”

He stepped back with a gesture of reassurance.

Rumble, rumble, rumble.

Moments later, a warship as massive as Ill Fortune pulled up to the river bank, and an old man with ash-white hair descended from the deck, treading the empty air as if climbing invisible stairs.

The old man’s face was etched with an unusually dense network of wrinkles, yet his body was sculpted with muscles as solid as forged steel.

‘So this is Helgurum, the Beast Alliance Master of the Nambuk Alliance.’

A transcendent, as expected.

Helgurum was a supreme master who had ascended to transcendence, befitting his position as second-in-command of the Nambuk Alliance. With each step he took, the very air seemed to sink and compress.

“…”

Helgurum’s gaze swept toward me as he reached the river bank. When I met those piercing eyes that seemed to dissect my very soul, my entire body tingled with a numbing sensation.

‘I endured the Head of House’s presence before—this is nothing.’

I smiled coldly and resonated the ring of fire. The oppressive aura Helgurum had unleashed dissipated like mist.

“Hmm…”

Helgurum’s eyes widened in surprise before the Black Wolf Bandit Leader guided him to an ornate chair where he sat down.

I was about to refocus on King Roman when I suddenly stopped. My gaze inexplicably drifted toward the red-haired youth who had followed behind Helgurum.

‘Strong.’

Despite his youthful appearance, the aura of power emanating from him was formidable. He wasn’t quite at King Roman’s level, but he had already surpassed the intermediate Grand Master stage.

‘When did such a person emerge?’
[Raon.]

As I pondered this, Sheryl’s aura message reached me.

[No matter what the Beast Alliance Master does, I will stop him. Focus on your battle with the Demon King.]

I turned to look at Sheryl and nodded.

‘The Heavenly Sword Master is right.’

Whether it was the Beast Alliance Master or some hidden master, now was not the time to be distracted by anything else.

“Are there any other latecomers?”

I shrugged my shoulders while gazing at the Rabel River.

“Don’t ruin the atmosphere. If anyone else is coming, call them now.”
“There’s no one. Even if the Alliance Master were to arrive, I wouldn’t stop. Don’t worry about it.”

King Roman gripped the Red Dragon Spear tightly as he declared he would continue fighting regardless of who came.

“Then let’s begin.”

I gestured with my finger toward King Roman.

“A three-way duel. Honestly, I never even dreamed of such a thing, but it seems like it will be entertaining.”

As King Roman lifted the Red Dragon Spear above his head, an aura so formidable that it sent chills down my spine erupted forth.
The Rabel River shook violently as if caught in a typhoon.

“The first Murak Slash.”

He brought the Red Dragon Axe down with enough force to cleave the Rabel River itself. Crimson flames erupted along the eerily sharp blade edge. It was the martial technique I had witnessed behind Rimer’s back three years ago.

Screeeeeech!

I raised the Heavenly Sword to meet the Red Dragon Axe as it poured down like it would erase the river.
The white blade was dyed by Glacia’s frigid aura. A shimmering wave of blue frost held back the explosive axe strike.

Boom!

A thunderous roar erupted as if the earth itself were splitting, yet the river’s waves remained undisturbed.
It meant the cold aura infused in the Heavenly Sword had completely absorbed the force of the Red Dragon Axe.

“A flowing sword technique?”

King Roman lowered his brow as he rested the Red Dragon Axe on his shoulder once more.

“No, it’s not merely a flowing technique. You’ve mixed several together.”

He nodded knowingly.

“You’ve woven flowing, severing, and blunt techniques together. Your skills have grown considerably.”
“The same could be said of you.”

I shook out my grip, still reverberating from the impact, and narrowed my eyes.

“Balance has entered your axe work, which once pursued only raw power.”

King Roman had always fought by crushing enemies with strength and speed, but today was different. He had infused his axe strikes with the grace and subtlety of a skilled swordsman.

‘This is dangerous.’

The thought crossed my mind that I could die before we even reached the final life-or-death duel.
Yet even knowing the danger, I couldn’t stop.

‘Because I owe him a debt.’

King Roman had received the condition of a life-or-death duel because Rimer hadn’t crumbled during the three-way confrontation.
Only by settling that debt first could I engage in a life-or-death duel without regret.

“Come for the second round.”

I planted the Heavenly Sword at my center and flicked my chin.

“I was already planning to!”

King Roman drew the Red Dragon Axe with a savage grin. The blood-red aura that had wrapped around the axe blade condensed into a tangible sphere.
It was the Demon King’s absolute technique—the Malevolent Roar Slash—which amplified the power of aura resonance.

Shhhhh.

I held my breath and tensed the wrist gripping the Heavenly Sword. Stepping forward with my left foot, I unleashed flames sharper than any blade.

Aura against aura. The collision of sharpness and weight. The extreme force born from the auras—not the weapons themselves—tore through the opponent’s very breath.

BOOOOOM!

The energy condensed between the Heavenly Sword and the Red Dragon Axe exploded, sending transparent river water shooting skyward.

WHOOOOSH!

A downpour of river water cascaded down, and dark clouds began gathering across the once-clear sky. Human martial prowess had altered the very weather.

“Ugh….”
“Is he really in his early twenties? What on earth is this!”
“Am I dreaming? He’s blocking King Roman’s axe head-on….”
“Is that the Dragon Slayer Raon Zigheart?”

The bandit leaders of the Nambuk Alliance trembled as they watched Raon hold his ground against the Demon King’s absolute technique.

“That old man’s still got great vitality. Hasn’t he gotten stronger?”
“Right. He’s on a completely different level than when he fought the Beast Alliance Master in that three-way confrontation.”
“This life-or-death duel won’t be easy.”

The swordsmen of Zigheart also exhaled sharply as they witnessed King Roman’s tyrannical martial power.

“Kahahaha!”

King Roman swept back his rain-soaked hair, his laughter burning like wildfire.

“The thrill builds with each moment! Three years of restraint finally bear fruit!”

He held the Red Dragon Axe at his side, his lips curling into a savage grin.

Whoooosh!

As crimson aura erupted across the axe blade, my breath caught in my throat. The blood-red energy swelled as if running wild, and the very air twisted into a spiraling vortex of rotation.

“This is the Final Demon King’s Circular Strike!”

As King Roman brought the Red Dragon Axe crashing down, the compressed energy coalesced into a magnificent beam of light that tore through space. It was a devastating barrage born from pure martial force.

Screeeech!

I thrust forward with my right foot and right hand simultaneously, as if executing a piercing strike. Drawing power from my ankles upward through my waist and back muscles, I extended the Heavenly Sword.

Whoooosh!

The sphere of flame condensed at the sword’s tip shot forth with a terrifying shockwave.

Raon Zigheart’s Sword Technique.
Second Form: Heavenly Piercing.

When the Heavenly Piercing, layered with accumulated force, collided head-on with the Demon King’s Circular Strike wreathed in rotation, the entire Rabel River trembled, and its waters bubbled and boiled as if evaporating.

Booooom!

Raon and Roman’s auras, which had grown to match the size of a small mountain, seemed to reach their limit as cracks formed, then erupted in a massive explosion that threatened to crush heaven and earth.

The River seemed to have become a vast sea, swelling and undulating, as a storm poured down.

“The sky is filled with dark clouds….”
“And this is just the beginning?”
“You’re telling me this hasn’t even started yet?”

The warriors of the Nambuk Alliance trembled as they watched the torrential rain pouring down.

“Third exchange.”

I tilted the Heavenly Sword downward. Gripping my trembling hands with force, I lifted my chin.

“I withstood it.”
“I acknowledge it.”

King Roman nodded calmly.

“Between you and me, there exists no debt.”

He too lifted the Red Dragon Halberd with trembling hands and nodded.

“Hah…”

I exhaled sharply and loosened my shoulders, which still ached.

‘He is formidable.’

Through the three-exchange duel, I understood it clearly. King Roman now stood on a higher plane than I did. It was a situation beyond my expectations, yet strangely, laughter welled up within me.
It was a situation beyond my expectations, yet strangely, laughter welled up within me.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself as well. So am I.”

King Roman laughed with bared teeth as he watched me smile. He held the Red Dragon Halberd above his head and stepped forward with his right foot.

“Yes. I don’t understand why, but laughter comes forth.”

I nodded and, bending my knees, drew the Heavenly Sword back behind my left shoulder.

Roooooar!

King Roman and I assumed battle stances as if time itself had frozen, and neither of us moved.

Ten seconds, one minute, ten minutes, and then thirty minutes passed, yet neither of us twitched a single fingertip.

The only thing that changed was our auras. The auras of the two warriors rose endlessly, stirring up lightning in the empty air.

“Why aren’t you moving?”
“Because I know the opponent’s capabilities.”
“Right. One wrong move and your head flies off.”
“Is it evenly matched?”
“I don’t know. Just watching makes it hard to breathe….”

The swordsmen of Zigheart and the warriors of the Nambuk Alliance swallowed hard, unable to tear their eyes from the standoff between Raon and King Roman.

Crackle!

The moment the sparks condensed between the riverbanks erupted in a violent explosion, Raon and King Roman moved.

Boom!

Their bodies, shot forth like lightning, collided at the center of the Rabel River, unleashing a tremendous shockwave.

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